Fantasy AS WE WANDER- Voyage Of The Tigers Eye

[albin0fox]

The winds of Hyboria have changed, shifted into another direction. The peace that set across the land is quietly becoming less existent, nations are preparing for war. Monsters...beasts...have crawled out from the caves they dwelled in, for it has been too long since they last had a decent meal. Hunters gather in the north, both Assassin's and bounty hunters alike. In the east, large herds of demonic creatures rise from the seal placed upon them, bringing a new age of war never seen before. The very survival of humans are at risk, allying old enemies to band together as one. The south, the area in which this story will reside, harbors not a new age, but revives an old one. Piracy has risen once again, but stronger than before. New technology, larger ships, cargo rich with booty, and fresh new faces all collide together. A revolution of piracy has hit the southern border, one that the Black Kingdoms with remember forever in history.


But...before we get to the end of what happened, let us start...at the beginning. To the point, that sparked the fuel to this great revolution. All of it started with a simple rag tag crew of pirates, a strange cave, and wondrous tattoos that were placed on all of their bodies.

Let us venture even before that, understand how this even came to be. The ports that The Black Kingdoms controlled harbored a lot of exquisite cargo. Plenty of merchants would pass by these ports every day, creating a large supply of goods from all across Hyboria. Fortune spread, the rich would make the kingdom its home. Sure enough, the darker side of the community would follow suit. Alas, they weren't that threatening, petty thieves and dark factions. These people brought a filth to the Black Kingdoms that the rich would not tolerate, which brought about theSacred Guard. An order of mercenaries created by the rich merchant guilds located in the city, within a year nearly all of the darkness that festered in the city was brought to justice.


Now, I don't mean to ramble...but what is this justice that the Sacred Guard brought? Perhaps that is up to your description. They were NOT a police force at all, they were armed soldiers to be used at the whim of fat merchants and well established men of higher statues. Puppets of those with the right coin, and the executioners of common folk. Aha! Now were getting somewhere...how this revolution came to be.


Well now...what happened next you ask? Hmm...That is your decision...it's a story you will take control of, a story that will begin in the port city of Kulalo. Who might you be? How did you come to be in this story? What are your dreams? Ambitions? ....Who am I? That matters not. This isn't a story about me, my story ended long ago. I am here to oversee those from the new age, nothing more. A revolution is upon us my friend. How will you shape the world? I can't wait to witness it's change.

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Best to get to know the ship, and its terminology. Meet the Tigers Eye.

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[albin0fox]

A tall figure shrouded in a simple hemp cloak stepped up to the doorway of the inn. The downpour was much worse outside the massive cavern, while only the barest trickles feel from the natural moisture of the cathedral like cave.


Lightning flashed at the mouth, casing ghostly shadows in the water from the many docked ships; barges and frigates mostly, but the figure had noticed with amusement, that they had a man of war tied up at the north most dock. The tigers eye, the rear had read. Bonny as a wench in a brand new dress.


The hood hid all, but unseen, two eyes followed the white flash of wings, as a brightly colored bird perched upon the tavern sign only a few inches above eye level. The dragons hoard.


"I guess this be the place, Brando."drawled the figure, a trill of a cockatoo answering the heavy Northern (Scottish) brogue, and the creature took its place on a shoulder as they both entered the tavern.


All at once the sounds of merriment and music abounded, drawing the smallest smile upon the lips of the stranger which was quickly suppressed. This was not the time to give into pleasant habit.


And there she was. Sitting at the back table in all her stormy, foul mouthed, evil tempered beauty. Xull.


She had broken many a mans heart, and took their life not long after. Better known as the black widow, she was famous for her habit of snapping the necks of her lovers to enhance her own ....enjoyment, when they couldn't deliver. She was all ice this one; black skin and white hair, she stood out amongst the celebration and jubilee, as if a dark cloud of silent dignity surrounded her.


The figure took their seat at the large table and lowered the hood, revealing bright auburn hair and a rugged, but nonetheless feminine face.


"show me yours...." The woman said in all seriousness. "I'll show ye mine..."


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Xull watched as the cloaked creature walked through the door, and instantly knew. One didn't enter this tavern with their hood up without a purpose. It was a simple gesture of courtesy, and a wise method of survival here in the serpents cavern, to cautiously avoid those who cloaked themselves, until the hood had been removed. And so she waited. The figure, as predicted made its way to sit opposite her at the large table.


To say she was surprised would be an understatement, though she let none of it show. This massive woman...was just that. Utterly enormous. Tall and bulky and clearly strong as an ox, this Human (?) female would either be an excellent crew member, our a dead nuisance before the night was out...if she proved she was what she had said in her letter.


"show me yours and I'll show ye mine." Her accent was barely understandable. Then again, the same could be said about hers. She peeled the gauntlet and glove from her left hand and at the same moment, the two women held their hands together. The tattoos fit like two pieces of a puzzle. A light smirk graced her lips.


"i tink dis may turn out to be a most profitable night."

 

[Beaurmont]

The night had always given Xinn a delightful feeling, it held in its own right a sense of mystery and excitement. Darkness shrouds over the world, giving way for creatures of the night to go on their daily prowl. It gave him a bit of goosebumps to think about it. Made him want to explore a bit more. Maybe I'll go 'n take a hike through the forest t'night. Xinn thought as he was smoking his pipe happily, blowing the puffs out in circles. He looked out the window of the tavern to see the moon out, full and shining brilliantly in all her glory. You lookin' might fine t'night oh Luna my dear. Perfect for getting into trouble I'd say. A grin appeared ever so slowly across his face, it was about time he'd done somethin' Drastic. He got up from his seat and put his coat back on, dropping a few coins on the table for his drink. As he was making his way to the door a hooded man seemed to walk through it. He was hulky and had broad shoulders, the way he walked was with purpose. Xinn stopped moving for a moment, trying to get a better look at him. The hooded figure walked a few steps to a nearby table, sitting down and whispering something to Xull. Why would she talk to that woman? He tryin' to die early or sumthin'? The murmuring from the hooded man was not as deep as Xinn thought it would be, though the accent was rather foreign. It was most definitely thick, he had heard it before however.


"show me yours and I'll show ye mine." He whispered. Xinn stood silently, resting his back on a nearby pole, trying to act indifferent. What...you tryin' the show scars or sumthin'? What's this about? When he turned his head to get a closer look he found something that almost made him fall on his face. They had the same tattoo as him, the same brand he's had all of his life. It turns out Xinn wasn't the greatest of ninja's, as he caught the attention of Xull immediately. She turned her attention toward him, frowning slightly. Oh shit. Xinn stood up straight and put his hands behind his back, with an awkward smile on his face. "Evening gents, wonderful night we're having. Have you seen tha' moon tonight? It's beautiful." He blubbered out, backing away slowly.

 

[albin0fox]

Xulls smirk didn't falter, and most certainly grew by a few felinous canines at the sight of the orientals hand. Most profitable indeed.


"if you would." She raised an eyebrow at the oddly proportioned woman, who bowed with a sweeping gesture.


"twill be a true honor lass."


Xull watched with stoic amusement as the redheaded brute made quick work of trapping the eavesdropper against the post, simply by standing...or rather towering before him.


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Anwen, as the woman called herself, leaned a hand on the wooden pillar above the tiny man, and grinned goodnaturedly, eyes upturned with a friendly sort of crinkle around her eyes. "it be rude to listen to polite conversation without joining in, don't ye think?" With that said she lifted the man by the back of his collar like he was a teabag and set him down on the bench, taking a seat next to him with a friendly but restraining hand on his shoulder. "I think ye may be wantin to buy us a drink, aye?"


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Xull lifted a hand. "dere be no need to bully de poah man." She offered said a somewhat serpentine smile, screaming of a predator playing with its prey. "he be an...acquaintance O' mine. " Her eyes narrow a smudge.

 

[Cyan]

Jobs have been unusually sparse and with it came complications, mostly involving that of money. Sage had been so far making due by accepting obscure assignments from 'anonymous sources' that ranged from delivering questionable packages to hunting down specific information from certain individuals. To which some took quite an amount of 'persuading' to obtain. All in all it was a tiresome way of living. But it seemed his luck changed for the better when he was offered a job at a local tavern called the Dragon's Hoard. Long night shifts but a steady pay and a roof to live under was more than a fair deal. Besides, the only task given to him was to stand around and cater for mostly the female patrons with cash to spare. It was easy enough considering all he had to do was to pretend that he was more than interested in whatever vacuous attempts of flirtation they would throw his way.


It seemed that tonight had been particularly busy and as it wore on, the crowd became even rowdier. For the past hour or so, Sage had been dragged around the pub and managed to 'assist' nearly all the paying customers except for one. He eyed the drow sitting in the back most table accompanied by two others. A near-by bar wench he had been working with clicked her tongue, catching Sage's attention.


"Those be dangerous people, boy" She warned, wiping an empty pint glass "Ye stay away if ye want to keep that pretty little face of yers"


Sage gave a curt nod. He was always cautious towards everyone and everything but the woman's forewarning only seemed to pique his curiosity further. Grabbing three filled glasses from a neighboring table, he made his way towards the peculiar group. He set the ale down on the edge of the table with a bang to capture their attention.


"On the house" He exclaimed with a forced smile. It was then that he noticed a little tattoo on the mans hand. In fact...all three seemed to bare the same mark. Sage recognized the meaning of the tattoos and swiftly tore his gaze away. It seemed that the bar wench had been correct.


"If you'll excuse me...," Sage muttered.

 

[albin0fox]

Xull was a cautious woman, as her life in the underdark city of Menzoberanzan was perilous to even a priestess as she had once been. So it was with the sharpest eye that she noticed the young whelps eyes widen, if only minutely, at the sight of their tattoos. It seemed the boy was familiar with them. She made a note to "interrogate" him before leaving with her new, companions...or their severed hands.


(not a symbol, a part of a map)

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Jeanne had been free for a little over a week now, but she had no idea where it was she go or what she should do. She had the money to go anywhere but no idea where it was she wished to go and a trinket of familial heritage that would supposedly get her things that others couldn't, but she still felt lost. The night and the rain wasn't helping her situation that much either now because all she could think of was being dry and resting. She had been walking aimless about in a place she knew no one and in an area she didn't recognize and was now soaked, and as she rounded a corner she saw a sign that read 'Dragon's Hoard'.


As she approached the establishment she could tell that is was a tavern from the sounds that were coming from inside, and upon entering she stepped to the side and began to take off some of her wet layers. She removed her coat and flapped it a few times before finding a table and having a seat, setting the coat on the back of her chair. Her wet clothes were sticking to her and making her feel constricted so she decided to loosen the top of her shirt, allowing her bust to show a bit as well as a bit. She flagged down the bar wench, waving a tattooed right hand to get her attention. "Whatever your best is, I'll have two!" she said as she slumped back in her seat. She wasn't sure what she was going to do next or where exactly she was going to go, but now that she was truly free to do whatever she pleased she figured that it didn't really matter and smiled as she stared up at the ceiling.


She had no sense of direction and hadn't really imagined that she would be on her own like this, and the thought was both exciting and a little frightening. All those years spent as a slave got her use to a certain type of lifestyle and now that she was capable of making her own decisions she had no clue where to begin, and at that thought she chuckled a bit to herself as she thought about how she was currently sitting in an unknown tavern by herself, about to drink and wander off to who-knows-where.

 

[Cyan]

Sage could feel the woman's gaze follow him as he made his way back to his post. This was not good. He considered his chances against all three of them and the odds were no where near his favor. As he contemplated over all his options a dirty rag came swinging towards his face. He barely managed to dodge it and turned towards the bar wench with eyebrows raised.


"Its rude to disobey yer elders, boy" She quipped, this time smacking him out right on the arm. Sage accepted the reprimanding reluctantly since he had no one to blame but himself. "Ere' do me a favor and get this drink to the table over there" She continued and shoved a two glasses of beer into his hands before pointing towards a women with an unusually large chest "Consider this yer apology". She gave a wink before stalking off to quite down a pair of disruptive drunkards.


With a slight shake of his head, Sage walked towards the requested table. He didn't even bother with a greeting as he set the drinks onto the table.

 

[albin0fox]

"- not one te o'ject... to ..." Anwen trailed off, arguing gently with Xull, who didn't trust the drinks they'd been given. ("tiz a suspicious ting to get anytin free o charge in dis cesspool") there, across the tavern sat the loveliest little waif shed seen in heaven knows how long, looking like a poor drowned kitten in her soaked clothes. By the powers, it hugged her womanly curves in all the right places, almost indecently so. And without a second thought, anwen abandoned her place beside the Asian man and strode over with purpose, stopping just beside the girl. "milady" she greeted with a roguish grin." Twould seem I be a might distracted. The moment ye approached this muck of a place, yer beauty called to me soul."anwen toughened her voice with a deep, but gentle growl, and lifted the girls hand for a kiss. "Not a man here be worthy to gaze upon ye loverly self."


That was when anwen spotted it. The tattoo...truly a small world.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Jeanne had still be staring into nothing as the drinks were placed on the table, but she was brought back as she was approached by a stranger, and a much taller one at that. The compliments that were being given made her face flush a little, and once her hand was kissed she turned her face away as it turned bright red. She was caught off guard and not sure what to say or how to react to the situation, she was use to these kind of encounters at the manor but hadn't been in a situation like this since she had left there. "Thank you very much." was all she could manage as she grabbed her mug and nervously took a sip, trying to hide her embarrassment. She pushed her silver hair out of her face as she continued to take a long draw of her beer before clumsily setting it back down because she nearly choked, she had a tendency to get nervous around other people sometimes. She gazed up at the stranger and smiled, face still a little flush, "Care to join me?" she asked, relishing in the thought of company. She may have been all nerves at the moment but she hadn't really talked or dealt with anyone on her own accord since she left the grounds, and she figured this may be a good time to start interacting with others.

 

[albin0fox]

"don't mind if I do, lass." Anwen took the seat next to the woman, thinking of how her hair reminded her of a brand new silver dabloon, and pressed as close as she could without seeming too forward. The girl looked too innocent and sweet with that overactive blushing to take kindly to a pushy approach. "what would such a bonny creature as ye be doin in nasty weather as this." She prodded, eyes flicking from her lips, to her bosom and down to that hand. "an with not a gentleman in sight to offer his coat?"

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Jeanna grinned as she took another sip of her beer and let out a refreshing sigh. She knew she was being admired by this person but it wasn't as forceful or as inevitable as her usual encounters, so she felt a little more at ease than she would have been back at the manor. "I was a...I was just...," she was trying to avoid the whole slave talk, but the only physical mark that was noticeable was the scar on her cheek, "I'm traveling alone. I don't know where to yet, so I'm just going around from place to place seeing what's out there," she placed her second mug in front of her new acquaintance, "Trust me, a man is the last thing I need right now," she gripped her mug tightly and her smile faded as she remembered her last encounter with her former Master, "What are you doing in a place like this?" she looked over in the direction that she had come from and didn't see company that looked too friendly. She chuckled nervously as she cracked a half smile.

 

[albin0fox]

Anwen let out a hearty chuckle and shook her head. "well it be a right pleasure of mine to let ye know that I be a woman like yerself." She winked and plucked the string from her shirt and pulled, letting the girl see the cleavage hidden and compressed by the leather armor. "and if ye be interested, I have a friend who migh' give ye passage if ye show her tha' tattoo on yer hand" with a slow gesture, she discreetly slid her glove off, showing the girl her similar ink before putting the glove back into place.

 

[Beaurmont]

Xinn sat at the table he was forc-..."guided" over to silently, watching the various men and women carry on as if nothing happened. Xull sat across from him, her eyes gazing upon Xinn like she was trying to stare into his very soul. The woman, be a beauty that she is, could drive anyone mad. A man that you could no less call a pretty boy walked up to the table and planted a few drinks on the table before seeing something he really shouldn't have. Ahhh now the lad's done it. It seemed he noticed the matching tattoos we all bore and scurried off in a hurry. If I believed in any god I'd be prayin' for his life right about now. He paused and eyed his captors a bit, they both watched him with a peculiar interest. Scratch that. Screw tha' pretty boy. I need someone to pray for lil ol' me. Suddenly the hulky hooded one got up quick, with a glint in her eye. It made Xinn rather nervous, but he kept smoking his pipe calmly. She exited the table, leaving him with the intimidatingly beautiful Xull. He faced her casually, rubbing his beard in a smooth fashion. "A'ight, I understand why I was pulled on over here. But I'd like to ask, how'd you geh't that tattoo love?"

 

[albin0fox]

Xull was silent for a long moment, scrutinizing this somewhat wiry looking monkey of a man as he smoked his rather elaborate pipe. Was he the type to scurry off like a rat on a sinking ship? She didn't think so...but a man on his own side and nobody else's? well...twas hard to find anyone who's otherwise around here. She decided to consider sparing his life....and his hand. He might be useful on the ship.


"eef you don mind, I ansah ye question wit a story..." She pulled out a flask and poured its contents into her palm, not taking her golden eyes off him. With a cupped hand she lifted the small pile of jewels under his nose. "dese be passed down fo' many tousand yeahs, aye? I liberated dem from de temple of me God Serpeah seventy five yeahs ago ... a mont' pass before I see de map in me head ...all de time...neva leave me head...awake an in me sleep...den I sometimes be sein it on me hand...but no odder can see...always dere when i nearly forget...till it drive me mad" Xulls voice dulls down to a harsh whisper as she curls her fist around the jems, but doesn't pocket them. "so I say to meself, de map wants me hand...so...I draw de map on me hand...and get eet done in ink at a spot in Menzoberanzan...but de map don't like to be seen by de man who do de portrait...so I slit his troat...and me mind be calm and silent again...till I be sein de Womans hand...and den yours...and den de wench over at de table....I can hear de map on her hand...callin to me own..."


Xull states directly into his eyes as her own turn red, and he can see the silent, dormant insanity in them. "dis map...de treasure it be leadin to ...where dese,"she lifts the jems up again and shakes them. "came from befoa de temple...it wants to be found...and it choose us to find it."

 

[Beaurmont]

It was as the rest of the tavern grew quiet, the laughter and voices dimmed around Xinn as he listened to her story. The crazy way she expressed herself, how she basically murdered a man cuz he tattoo'd her arm. It was like looking himself in a mirror. Xinn thought he had forgotten those days, back with his sensei. He shook his head lightly, trying to push the memories back. Xinn relaxed a bit in his chair when Xull finished up, puffing out more smoke, still rubbing his beard in thought. "Aye...a temple...treasure...a map." He whispered, obviously interested. "So...you...heard the voice as well? The...one inside your head?" He asked, squinting slightly. Xinn thought he had been the only one to experience such things, the NEED to find the treasure. The voice whispered in his head many sweet tales, promises of wealth, fortune, adventure. Even thinking of the voice caused his head to ache slightly, it was so enchanting, so enticing. He put his unoccupied hand over his tattoo and squeezed, as if trying to calm to mark. Xinn looked back at her expectantly awaiting her answer.

 

[albin0fox]

"aye." Xull replied, and regloved her hand. As she did so, the fire in her eyes froze back to thier usual glacial shine. She knew of the whispers, the soft prodding grip upon her mind that drove her to search for the others.


«the guardians...find the guardians...» It slithered through her soul like the coils of el serpear himself....a soothing lullaby at its most calm, and a screaming, demanding rage of infinitesimal proportions at its worst. "«find de guardians...find de gift» it be sayin. De only ting left be up to ye...do ye join me captain and me crew?" Her lips spread into a smirk that promises much. Adventure, danger, monsters and demons, both within and without...life and death...and a journey to lands where the line between the two is blurred. "or de ye tink ye can live witout dat 'and O yers? Mark me...I be takin dat map wit or witout ye attached to it."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Jeanne was shocked at first to come to the realization that her new acquaintance had actually been a lady in disguise, and was even further surprised by the ink on her hand. She contemplated the information that she was given and decided that it seemed like a good idea, because after all she was free and she was driven by some unnatural force to travel. "That sounds..." she looked in the direction the woman had come from again, "exciting..." she smiled nervously. She clearly didn't fit into the typical crowd here and she was slightly intimidated by the look of the people that she assumed she'd be making greetings with shortly. She chugged her beer in hopes that the libation help calm her nervousness. Passage to where exactly? she wondered, but then again she had always had a feeling that she was meant to go other places and perhaps that strange feeling is what brought her to this place. She shook the thought though because it seemed absurd; strange dreams, a stranger's voice inside her head, a hunger and desire that seemed to come from nowhere, and now someone with a similar pattern on their hand...she felt a bit overwhelmed just at the thought of trying to understand what this all meant.

 

[albin0fox]

"Excellent!" Anwen booms, all but hoisting her up and drags her along to Xulls table. The man was still alive. That was a good sign. "Oi! " anwen set the girl down in her old seat and planted herself down beside her. "this bonny wee lass be...uh...erm.."she turned to the girl looking a bit embarrassed. "what be yer name, miluv?"


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Xull fought the urge to roll her eyes and pocketed the gems once more. Seems this crew would be rampant with women. Twas a good thing, she wagered, as men tend to do little under a female captain....that is, until said captain whips them into shape. But by then they can hardly stand, let alone work the ship, and remain useless for a good day or two. Xull allowed herself a cruel chuckle, drawing the wary glances of the other three. She enjoyed taking her pleasure in the weakened men. It brought out their true character. Very few survived her "test of manhood". If they alone couldn't ....deliver, watching the light leave their eyes always did the trick.


She wasn't called the Black widow for nothing.

 

[albin0fox]

Though...there was still the matter of that boy. He'd recognized the maps which meant one of two things. He knew someone with one of the peices, or he had one well hidden. Either way, he would be coming with them.


A pity he was too young. She never could bring herself to kill a virgin

 

[Cyan]

Yes, Sage had been all too familiar with the map fragments that littered their hands. He could recall his mentor having a strange tattoo right across the man's palm. He remembered being told of its significance, bizarre dreams and the voices with no owners. At first Sage thought the bounty hunter to be mad but slowly, visions of unimaginable treasure seemed to flash across his eyes, whispers of untold riches touched his ears, and every night he would dream of finding it. Sage had thought he had been cursed and confronted his mentor who laughed at the child's assumption. The man explained that the "treasure don't want you to forget about it" and what better way to remember by having a permanent piece of it drawn onto your body. "Keep it outta sight. Made that mistake already" He gestured to his hand before ruffling Sage's hair with the other. So that night Sage had gotten his mentor's 'piece of the map' tattooed on a place that he was confident wouldn't ever be seen by another's eyes.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

She shuffled quickly to catch her balance and keep her feet under her as she was swept from her seat and brought over to table with a pair of not-so-friendly looking individuals, and as she was seated she silently looked back and forth between the two at the table. Seated at this table she found herself in a bit of a mental battle, whereas her studies and long time under in the Clisson's "care" would suggest that these types were not to be trusted, engaged, or trifled with...there was something else that she felt in her gut or heart or maybe she was imagining it all, but something else had brought her here and she felt she owed it to herself to at least see where this was taking her. Jeanne laughed as she realized she had rudely not even introduced herself when they were talking earlier, and smiled back, "I'm Jeanne de Clisson," she looked around the table so as to extend the greeting to the other two, who in her personal opinion were clearly people she didn't want to get on the bad side of, "Nice to make your acquaintance...and you all are?" she asked, nervously inquisitive. The beer that she had been previously drinking had painted her cheeks a bit rosy, for her tolerance to the drink was about as good as wet gunpowder, but it helped loosen her up and eased her mind, if not her judgement, a little bit.

 

[Beaurmont]

Xinn watched as the hooded woman simply..."invited" another poor soul on over to our table of magic and wonder. She carefully plopped her down into a seat and began to give a rather...poor introduction. The hulky broad never asked for her name. She shuffled in her seat slightly, seeming oddly nervous, though he wouldn't blame her around this lot. "I'm Jeanne de Clisson," She said with a smile, taking a gander at each of the members at the table. Xinn eyed her cautiously, trying to understand why this frail thing was brought over. Ah screw it. He took another hit of his pipe and reached a hand out to the newest addition. "Aye lass, I be Xinn Lefo'Re, or how the rats of the streets call me; Scissor man Xinn." He blew out the smoke in small puffs, with a grin on his face. "Pleasure to meet ya."

 

[albin0fox]

"I be called Anwen, no need fer me last name." Anwen gestured at the Drow woman across from them all. "an this be the esteemed Murderiss Xull."


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"I be capeable O introducing meself ye slack jawed mud dog..." Xull sneered and swiped a finger over the surface of the drink.


"ah, ye words be daggers on me heart." Anwen teased her as she rubbed the two digits together.


"make yeself useful an get de boy. i not be carin how." Feeling no oil or powders, she deemed it safe to drink and took a swig, before promptly spitting it it to the side. "bloody swill." She muttered, her consistently foul mood growing worse as something kept niggling at the back of her mine about the boy, and the poor excuse for rum he had served them. She shot Jeanne with a dagger like glare. " show me ye hand, girl."


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Anwen gave a mocking salute and set out to find that pretty boy. hmmmmm what method to use? violent intimidation was more Xulls style. Perhaps the same way she got xinn over? No...the boy looked to be the high strung type, and smart. Perhaps a bit of flirtation? Wouldn't work either...shed either scare the boy off or end up with a pup on her heels.


What a conundrum...


Was kidnapping an option? She hadn't done a good old fashioned kidnapping in quite a while.


Yes. That would be it. Just pluck boy from behind the counter and carry him over her shoulder. That was always fun.


Now....where be the little minnow?

 

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Jeanne smiled as everyone introduced themselves, and extended her hand to shake with Scissor-Man. She chuckled a bit as she thought said the name in her head, although she understood that the name wasn't given for his ability to sheer hair or anything innocent like that. "The pleasures mine." she retorted automatically.


She wasn't exactly brimming with joy to be surrounded by such company, but if she planned to truly live her life to fullest and really take advantage of her newfound freedom, then she was going to have to be accepting to such new experiences as this. Listening to the Murderiss Xull's voice was almost hypnotic, she hadn't heard a accent like that before and she found it very pleasing even though the person behind it was quite intimidating.


Get the boy...by any means? Jeanne's face was a bit nervous as she began to think of all the things that might happen to someone you caught the eye of someone nicknamed Murderiss and Scissor-Man, although she didn't really have to stretch her imagination that far outside the box. She snapped back in to the situation as she caught the piercing glare from Xull and nearly pushed back away from the table, she had a very domineering presence. She sat frozen for a few moments before lifting her hand, peering at the markings on her hand herself as if to see if it was still there, and then leaned forward and outstretched her hand towards the Drow woman.